i read this article in this mornings nypost, wow. im assuming this guy had a falling out with the family, but he says some pretty fcuked up sh*t about his dealings with the "dysfunctional" jacko family. he details katherine asking why michael only flew around with nothing but jewish boys, to the time mike and janet cut off the family financially and the only thing they ate for months was baja fresh, and just other off the wall sh*t.

its a good read imo, but im fascinated with smut so i might be biased. i highly doubt katherine wrote a letter to mike calling him a f****t

nypost wrote:

Randy Jackson, the second-youngest of the storied musical dynasty, likes to call his family “the black Kennedys.”

Maybe. But they certainly weren’t as smart with their ­finances as the Kennedys.

Even before this month, when the family lost a $40 billion lawsuit
against AEG over the death of Michael Jackson, they’ve struggled with
debts. Especially when the family’s richest members, Michael and Janet,
decided to cut off their seven other siblings and parents out of whim or
spite.

A particularly low point came in 2003. No money was coming in, few of
them had actual jobs and ­Janet gave but one gift to her siblings: free
meal cards to Baja Fresh, a fast-food chain with which she had an
endorsement deal.

I visited Rebbie, the oldest of the Jackson kids, in Vegas, to work
on a book. It was Baja Fresh for breakfast, lunch and dinner. From there
I drove to Hayvenhurst, the family’s estate in Encino, Calif., to meet
Katherine, the matriarch, and Jermaine.

And for 2¹/₂ weeks it was . . . Baja Fresh.

Finally, for the sake of my stomach, I offered to take Katherine to
Trader Joe’s. She loaded the cart with groceries, and I ended up with
the bill — $700.

There was no “thank you.” The money was never repaid. Whatever
courtesies are shown to them are met with the air of “You did what you
ought to. We are the Jacksons!”

‘WHY NO BLACK BOYS?’

As a friend, ghostwriter and confidant of the Jackson family for
nearly 25 years, people ask how I could put up with such behavior.

It wasn’t easy — but there’s something seductive about the ­craziness.

I first met patriarch Joseph and his sons Jermaine, Jackie and Tito
in 1984. The brothers had just played the Victory Tour at Giants
Stadium. I was 16 and went to the show with my girlfriend, Ameena, who
was in love with Michael.

After the show, we traveled to the Helmsley Palace Hotel, and
amazingly we got to speak to the Jacksons in the lobby. Ameena gushed
and handed them a letter for her idol.

A couple of years later, I was visiting a friend in a hospital in
Canoga Park, Calif. Randomly, I ran into Jermaine. “I know you,” he
said. To my shock, he remembered that night in New York in detail.

We spoke for a long time and ­exchanged numbers. Two weeks later, he
called me and invited me to Hayvenhurst, the seven-bedroom mansion
Michael paid for. It’s full of family memorabilia, and a guesthouse is
filled with dolls and stuffed animals.

I later became a journalist and, because of the friendship, I was
enlisted as writer on two books — “Rebbie Jackson: The First Jackson”
and “Legacy: Surviving the Best and the Worse,” the latter with
Jermaine.

But for every little kindness, like Jermaine remembering me as a fan
in the crowd, there was plenty of selfishness and bizarre behavior.

The Jacksons have been described as dysfunctional, but that’s an
understatement. They loathe each other, particularly Michael — for whom
they felt varying degrees of jealousy and disgust. The King of Pop
rarely wanted anything to do with them, which only ­increased the
psychosis.

They’re not the Kennedys, Katherine’s longtime assistant, Janice
Smith, said to me once. “They are more like the Corleone family. And
Michael is Michael Corleone.”

To his parents, Joseph and Katherine, however, Michael could do no wrong.

One day, after the brothers were complaining about Michael not
including them in his plans, Joseph exploded: “Y’all are lazy. He did
all the work, and he figured out that if he were going to do all the
work, why bother with your lazy asses?”

Katherine would defend Michael constantly — to a point.

Watching a news report that showed Michael boarding an airplane with a
young boy, Katherine murmured: “Why is it that he’s always got to have
those little white boys around? Why doesn’t he ever have little black
boys with him?”

I said, “Well, there was a time that he had little Emmanuel Lewis, who played Webster.”

“That was just for show, for the cameras,” Katherine said. “Those boys he flies around with ain’t nothing but little Jews.”

The question I desperately wanted to ask but did not was, “Well, would you rather him ­molest little black boys?”

SECRET THERAPY

The dysfunction culminated in 2002. Michael had played a
30th-anniversary celebration the year before. He paid Marlon Brando $1
million to appear. He paid his brothers $1,100 each. Then he canceled a
promised tour with the ­entire Jackson family.

Randy figured the family needed therapy. Janet paid for it, and once a
week the whole clan would pile into SUVs for secret trips to Malibu.

Rebbie began by talking about the abuse she allegedly suffered as a
child in Gary, Ind., at the hands of Joseph, and which her mother
witnessed. “Mother would simply say, ‘Joe, leave her alone tonight,’ ”
Rebbie said.

Jackie, the second oldest, yelled at her for “bringing up things in the past that just pull us apart.”

“We’re in therapy!” Rebbie cried.

They all complained about Michael until finally the therapist said it was best if they didn’t even think about him.

“Michael is not your family, in his mind,” the therapist told them
during those clandestine sessions. “Elizabeth Taylor is his mom, and you
guys should move on.”

That sent Katherine over the edge. She already hated Taylor — on
visits to Neverland Ranch, Katherine would decide where she’d have her
lunch or dinner depending upon whether or not Liz had ever used the
spot.

“I’m not sitting where she sat,” Katherine would say. “She’s ­stolen my son away.”

Joseph felt the same way about Motown boss Berry Gordy, who signed the singing children to the label in the 1960s.

“Michael better realize, it’s my blood running through his veins,”
the family patriarch said. “Mine and nobody else’s. I’m his father,
Katie is his mother.”

The therapy sessions ended. No one really felt better.

During this period, Jermaine was trying desperately to get on
Michael’s good side. The brothers tried to trick Michael into attending
therapy by saying there was going to be a “family day.” Jermaine tipped
him off that it was a ruse.

Every single time a scandal ­involving Jacko broke, there we were,
Jermaine and I, hotfooting it to “The View” or some other talk show.

When Michael dangled his newly acquired 9-month-old son, Blanket, off
a hotel-room balcony in November 2002, Jermaine and I went to “old
reliable,” Larry King, to defend Michael’s actions.

“Nobody complains about [crocodile hunter] Steve Irwin, who has his small kids around those dangerous animals,” Jermaine said.

Following that appearance, Michael’s assistant called.

Michael wanted to speak with Jermaine. “Don’t do any more television,
Jermaine. Tell the family no more. I have this huge, huge television
special coming out in February that is going to shock the world and
change ­everything,” Michael said.

Ironically, the “huge television special” turned out to be the
horrifying Martin Bashir documentary “Living with Michael Jackson,”
which ultimately led to the molestation charges.

I remember watching it with great anticipation with Jermaine, Joseph and Katherine, and the looks on their faces were priceless.

When Michael pointed out that he’d rather climb a tree than have sex,
Joseph let out a very disapproving groan. When the young accuser leaned
against Michael, the warm feelings in the room quickly turned to ice.
They knew what was coming.

KATHERINE’S LETTERS

And they certainly weren’t surprised by it.

Way back in 1993, when the first public allegations of child
molestation surfaced against Michael, sister La Toya accused the rest of
her family of being “silent collaborators.”

She said Katherine had written letters to Michael in which she called
him a “damn f – - – - t” and knew about payoffs, for as much as $1
million, made out to the parents of one of Michael’s victims.

Katherine and several of her children held a press conference outside
Hayvenhurst to denounce La Toya. “She’s trying to sell her brother down
the river,” Kath­erine said.

A decade later, Jermaine and I were hanging out at Hayvenhurst in the
courtyard near the swimming pool. Katherine emerged from inside the
house.

“Jermaine, they got all of our things,” she said. The family had lost
a civil judgment over a failed concert tour, and creditors took a
storage locker full of memorabilia, including gold records.

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